dedicated to todd and neil.

dedicated to FanOfWayTooMuch.

***

the sound of snow was all i heard
(besides your throat in tearing scream),
and in that silence echoed lines
spoken from a play about a dream.

living a dream in a handful of months:
i was fire, but you were the snow
that drifts about you: gentle, cold,
under fingernails, settling, slow,

under my skin, between my teeth,
the heat that pulses through my veins
cannot be silenced or removed.
you put it there - you're to blame.

the sound of you is all i hear now,
and no apology runs deep enough.
no words could describe this to you:
not the regret, and not the love.